Pardon my effrontery,
Pray, oh fair lady!
As I assume a task that pleases myself alone;
And account your beauty, like of which the world never has known
You are the rarest of roses,
Kept away by a most prickly thorn
Though, not at all hidden
You daily grace our sight
Your beauty upheld by all
Your heart so kind, it looks on all alike
The biege of your eyes that captures all men's attention;
They sparkle like jewels worth thousand coins of gold
A moment of your attending, relieves me of all torments-
I no longer distress
I perceive the smile you wear all while;
It palliates my soul's displeasure
Indeed beauty to behold
Such poise and grace untold
Your description in my father's language, derives from no condescension,
It only does establish your value, as most precious of rubies
In my days, we say you're Pretty I think it quite unfit in my identification of you
Deem it not contempt
That I should retire from my pursuit
I could write a thousand more pages,
And there still will be more to say
You're indeed a most agreeable creature; politic and refined
The fairest of them all
Take it as you please,
These utterances I dare make
Except as blandish
For, I feed not on your vanity
Remain Golden, my lady
I merely speak the truth
Through this daring escapade,
I humbly ask your ear,
By these,
I profess to you, my love.
Nuerkey_Narh
YOU ARE READING
Alone in the dark
詩歌simply poetry by no means finest not at all poorest written lazily for your cheering, me, gratifying
